[Harly Hearts]
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My bitches rock wit me, potato in the sock wit me
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Cock wit me, take it to your block wit me
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Stock wit me, then run through the stock wit me
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It's our philosophy, it's not a game
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cause you look sexy, and I bet you be protective ??
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Cause when we engaged in battle we aimin for the brain
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That's our position simple and plain, there'll be no explanation
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we show no hastation, we holdin down on station
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Only a quip, wit that ideal shit, tryin to flip
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You betta chill, before spot out a bloody lip
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Plus any other chicks in my click, you get beat quick
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with the nice stick, wit the, wit an icepick
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There are ways of killin, that ill not leave a trace
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It's at the pain enguished horror frozen on a corpse face
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and of cause the body, outlined with the trace of white chalk
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That's my M.O. Harly Hearts, I'm the bitch from New York
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[Buckshot]
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My niggaz kill for, take it to your grill for me
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Represent Crow Hill for me, from day one they still wit me
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and chill wit me, on the corner where the killaz be smokin a blee
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Throwin this from the rebleness, you can't see Buckshot
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on ya TV, rappin BCC
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Incredibly, if ya think ya betta then me
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?Fiend? for Buck to stop the future like a felony B
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What you tellin me B?
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All my niggaz cant get in the club for free?
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Cause we two D-double-E-P's, nuthin for free?
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Run in your spot and cause havoc
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Next time you recognize, niggaz ain't havin it
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And my girl ain't havin it, she licks shots to
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Take away your block too, while my thugs do or die too
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Fuck around my man out one in your ??
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Just because we got to, and you know we got a lot too
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Chorus: Buckshot, Harly Hearts (repeat 2X)
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[Buck]My Niggaz thug for me, bust another slug for me
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One time for the love for me
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[Harly]My Bitches rock wit me, pull another glock for me
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pullin on niggaz cocks wit me
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[Buck]My niggaz flip for me, get the money quick for me
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only talk'n about the chips wit me
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[Harly]My bitches roll, wit me, control em Niggaz souls wit me
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made woman and we holdin G
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[Harly Hearts]
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My bitches rock, wit me, chambers filled and cock wit me
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Black mask runnin up in your spot wit me
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Ain't no stoppin this monopaly, we hold this game under lock and key
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You a mockery, potatoes again, now I got the glock wit me
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Just in case I feel like poppin three
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Tou watchin me (well good) my bitches watchin you
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and now your chances of survivin, are impossible
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See I'm as real as it gets, I run in there tight steps
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Leavin no trace, no ways, no side faces, my concepts
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Fuck you and your dreads, cause we dont leave War vets
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We bustin cokes and sets, 12 gauges and techs
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Six soies and Macks, baurettes and make pay
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Bring that raw to your door, bitch, with no delay
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Turn your ass from ghost white to the colour of grey
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Harly Hearts signing out fall off, of gun play
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[Buckshot]
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My niggaz ride wit me, send me on your side wit me
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Lie wit me to make the shorties, slide wit me
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Get high wit me, nigga ride or die for me
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Send a nigga in the sky for me
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Smokin chocalate tie with me, get pies wit me
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Jewelery to buy wit me, wit Ice like T's
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Similar to brist, light up your rists, it's like this
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Call to my thorough niggaz, you invited to this
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not if ya miss, the reason, why I came to thug game
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and I chose the rap game not the drug game
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For my niggaz throwin tech's in the sky, like Bed-Stuy
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BK to you or die, when the led fly, and I
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representin for all of my G's, from Blacks to Japanese
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US to overseas, back to New York
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You should hear the slang we talk
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Buckshot and Harly Hearts so I can bang New York
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Chorus
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My Bitches and My Niggaz
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| Buckshot |
